Love Your Device

Sometimes I can't sleep and stare for hours

at a little bright screen, that already knows

what I want to see and hear. I look forward to

our long conversations that

happen with no words from you.

The only thing I ever hear when I hang

with you is the sound of my own laughter.

The sound of my own tears, my oohs and ahhs.

These days I go deeper and stare at flowers

and prize themes that only I know

finest quality and tier. I know more than you

when I'm more impatient at crap

fitting in those tiny little ad boxes.

I let the light into my eyes when we hang.

You're the only real thing in the world that,

And I'd long for you if you were lost or shattered

The sound of my own tears, my oohs, and ahhs.

Now I make time for a nap before a shower

You've had me beaming from our last convo.

Sometimes you drop others in the mix too,

And I get to catch up with people I haven't seen

Or news that I haven't read yet, most of its noxious.

I'll bring you in the bathroom too, for a podcast

That I'll finish with breakfast. Then bring

You out into the world with me to listen to

The sound of my own tears, my oohs, and ahhs.